“Whenever you like.”

CHAPTER VII

My Blunders in the French Language, My Success, My Numerous Acquaintances—­Louis XV.—­My Brother Arrives in Paris.

All the Italian actors in Paris insisted upon entertaining me, in order to shew me their magnificence, and they all did it in a sumptuous style.  Carlin Bertinazzi who played Harlequin, and was a great favourite of the Parisians, reminded me that he had already seen me thirteen years before in Padua, at the time of his return from St. Petersburg with my mother.  He offered me an excellent dinner at the house of Madame de la Caillerie, where he lodged.  That lady was in love with him.  I complimented her upon four charming children whom I saw in the house.  Her husband, who was present, said to me;

“They are M. Carlin’s children.”

“That may be, sir, but you take care of them, and as they go by your name, of course they will acknowledge you as their father.”

“Yes, I should be so legally; but M. Carlin is too honest a man not to assume the care of his children whenever I may wish to get rid of them.  He is well aware that they belong to him, and my wife would be the first to complain if he ever denied it.”

The man was not what is called a good, easy fellow, far from it; but he took the matter in a philosophical way, and spoke of it with calm, and even with a sort of dignity.  He was attached to Carlin by a warm friendship, and such things were then very common in Paris amongst people of a certain class.  Two noblemen, Boufflers and Luxembourg, had made a friendly exchange of each other’s wives, and each had children by the other’s wife.  The young Boufflers were called Luxembourg, and the young Luxembourg were called Boufflers.  The descendants of those tiercelets are even now known in France under those names.  Well, those who were in the secret of that domestic comedy laughed, as a matter of course, and it did not prevent the earth from moving according to the laws of gravitation.

The most wealthy of the Italian comedians in Paris was Pantaloon, the father of Coraline and Camille, and a well-known usurer.  He also invited me to dine with his family, and I was delighted with his two daughters.  The eldest, Coraline, was kept by the Prince of Monaco, son of the Duke of Valentinois, who was still alive; and Camille was enamoured of the Count of Melfort, the favourite of the Duchess of Chartres, who had just become Duchess of Orleans by the death of her father-in-law.

Coraline was not so sprightly as Camille, but she was prettier.  I began to make love to her as a young man of no consequence, and at hours which I thought would not attract attention:  but all hours belong by right to the established lover, and I therefore found myself sometimes with her when the Prince of Monaco called to see her.  At first I would bow to the prince and withdraw, but afterwards I was asked to remain, for as a general thing princes find a tete-a-tete with their mistresses rather wearisome.  Therefore we used to sup together, and they both listened, while it was my province to eat, and to relate stories.